The other sister has arrived. How do you see this playing out? I'll give you one word. DRAMA
This bitch thinks she's some kind of goddess or something. God, I missed her stinky attitude. Do you know what else I missed? Bringing her back down to earth. I'm gonna have a lot of fun doing that. I've been here for five seconds and she thinks she can order me around. Like who made her my boss? Shaking my head, I walk to where she dropped some of the bags she'd been carrying and kick one of them. A box of shoes slips out. Knowing her, they're probably the latest design and I hate her for always having everything she wants. Don Lombardi doesn't have favorites but it's clear Marianna always gets more of everything without even asking. "Leave? But I just got here. I missed you so much big sister. How have you been?" "I swear to God I'm going to cut you into tiny little pieces and mail you back to Padre if you don't leave" "Why should I? This isn't your house Mari where you have the authority to kick anyone out. And De Luca said I could stay if I wanted to. So I'm definitely stayin
"Whatever it is you're planning, don't even think about it," Paulo says, barging into my room. His loyalty to her is sickening. But I also have to admit that I wouldn't mind having someone like him by my side. He would die for that bitch in a heartbeat. "Hello Paulo. Long time no see. Still not tired of that spoiled brat's cunt?" "I won't hesitate to kill you if you do anything to her. You know me" "What will it take to get you over to my side?" "Nothing. You're not half the woman she is so nothing you offer will ever get me to betray her. Get that straight through your head" "Everyone has a price. I just have to find yours" I tell him unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes darken and I know I'm right. At the end of the day, he's still a man. A bisexual one but still a man "I was going to take a nap but on second thought, I think I'll take a shower. Wanna join me?" "I've seen better Carina" he's referring to Marianna. That witch. I admit she's blessed
This woman is a feisty little thing. I got that when we bumped into each other at the party but I thought it was because she was a spoiled brat. Except she's not which makes me wonder why she's acting like this towards her only other family. She hasn't stopped pounding on my chest for allowing her sister to stay. I don't get what the deal is between them. If anything I thought Marianna would be happy to see another familiar face. I wanted her to be comfortable in my house and Carina said she couldn't stay at the Lombardi mansion on her own with the men left behind. She was scared the guys might take advantage of her. And what do I get for trying to help? A hysterical woman. Grabbing both her wrists, I say "Stop it, Marianna. You're acting like a spoiled brat" "I am a spoiled brat you asshole. Tell her to leave, I don't want to stay in the same house with her" "Where will she go?" "She's free to do whatever she fucking wants. I don't care where goes but she has to leave" "Firs
The next few days pass by slowly. Marianna has been picking fights with Carina every chance she gets and they're driving me insane. I understand why their father shipped them off to different continents. On top of that, Fausto is nowhere to be seen. That bastard disappeared after stealing a huge amount of money from me. I'm trying to keep a cool head so I don't end up blowing his wife's brains out but it's not easy. It takes guts to steal from me and disappear, leaving your wife and children behind. I sent some of my guys to his house and wasn't surprised that they didn't find him there. I want to know where he got the audacity to steal from me and why he left his family behind. Normal thieves pack up everything and move before they're caught. This guy didn't even take his clothes. I'm inclined to think something happened to him but I can't make decisions based on my thoughts. I need proof. Sometimes people surprise you and I hate surprises. I need to make sure he didn't skip town wi
I can't stand living in the same house with that witch. She's driving me crazy. Already, she has everyone eating out of the palm of her hands. Aside from baking cupcakes for these morons, she's been serving them and playing miss goody two shoes. Yesterday she dressed like a slut and opened a car wash. These idle assholes spent all day watching her wiggle her ugly ass while she cleaned their cars. The day before that? She asked them if they had any dirty laundry so she could wash them along with hers. It's an act. She's pretending to be the good sister to make me look mad. And I hate that she can do whatever she wants. All the men in this house have been keeping a distance from me because De Luca told them to. He doesn't want anyone getting close to me so they wouldn't spill any secrets. Which would make sense if they acted like members of one of the biggest criminal organizations in this country. But they don't. I've been here for over a week and if I didn't know who they were I would
I knew this was some kind of trap. When Marianna told me what she heard, I told her it would be best to verify everything before reporting back to Lombardi. Men like De Luca don't go around talking about their plans openly. This might be his house, but I'm sure some deals require a great amount of secrecy in order for them to push through. In this business, there are enemies everywhere. Even walls have ears. The amount of listening devices I've found in the Lombardi mansion over the past year has been unbelievable. That's why I know De Luca wouldn't go around blurting out anything unless he was setting a trap. The plan was for me to go to the location Mari heard them talking about and see if there really was a shipment. Chances are it's a batch of drugs or guns. If we get lucky, I would follow them, see where they hide it then text her the location. After that, she would decide whether to tell her father or not. Mari is clever. I especially love how she keeps some things to herself. U
I could kill someone, anyone would do right now. Normally when someone crosses me, I just put a bullet between their eyes. Or torture them until I feel better. But this time the culprit is nowhere to be found. All I have is his wife and kids. Unless he comes back for them, they're useless to me. I hate that Fausto put me in this position. It doesn't matter if I find him or not, I will have to trust a complete stranger with my books. Finding someone I can trust again will be a pain. He used to be one of my rival's accountant. The guy tried to steal from me in a deal and I finished him off. When Fausto pleaded with me saying he could be useful, I believed him and he has never let me down until now. I hate traitors. I would prefer you try to kill me rather than betray me. If he's not dead yet, I won't feel good killing him. After all, he's served me well. But what has to happen will happen. Even if he decides to give me back the money he stole, he will still die. For both our sakes, I h
"CRIS!" Nev shouts making me press the slow-down button on the treadmill I've been running on. "What?" "I've been yelling your name for a few minutes now. Are you deaf?" God, this man has got some big balls. Talking to me like that when he knows how pissed I am right now. He should thank my mother for being alive. Mamma treats him as her own flesh and blood so I can't kill him because she will never forgive me. "What do you want, Nev?" "We found something. Come on" he walks out forcing me to follow him. We walk all the way to the front gate and I'm thinking this better be important or someone will die. To my left down the road, there is a car parked there. As much as this is private property, people, especially my enemies have the habit of strolling around the area looking for clues or just trouble. My men have strict instructions not to harm anyone unless they attack first. No need to start a war with stupid idiots who think they can get anything from walking outside my house.
"So what you're saying is that I have memory loss?" "Yes, Miss Lombardi" "That I've forgotten the last five or six months of my life?" "Seven, to be exact," the guy in the white lab coat says. He's a doctor but for some reason, I keep thinking of him as the guy in the white lab coat. Blame that on my fried brain. I'm sure he mentioned his name earlier but my head was ringing so I didn't catch it. Not that I care about it. He just told me that I have forgotten the past seven months of my life. First of all, what the fuck? Selective amnesia? Why the hell would I forget bits and pieces of my life? I thought people kind of forgot everything. Like all the details, not small parts. Is he kidding me? Is this some kind of prank or something? "Why?" I ask because I want to know why my brain would forget certain things and choose to remember others. "It's a mental condition that is caused by trauma. You went through something painful and your brain is blocking those memories because you're
Nevio is waiting for me by the door. Our house which is now fully renovated makes me a little happy. We had people working day and night to restore it because I was excited to add a nursery. For our child who is now no more. But it's still my house. I can't find it in me to hate it especially now that it has all the fucking memories of her. She's lying half-dead in a hospital. The doctors say it's a waiting game that only she can end by waking up.Half of me wishes she could sleep forever so I don't ever have to look into her eyes again. I've imagined what will happen when she wakes up and finds out the baby is gone. I know she'll be sad because both of us were looking forward to being parents. I had finally managed to make her understand that no matter what happened I would be there for her and the baby. That I wouldn't abandon them. And then this happens. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate my mother for doing this to me and I hate knowing that I deserve everything happening to me. T
"Till death do us part. Did you hear that? Till death... " She rolls her eyes but she's grinning from ear to ear just like I am."Yeah, yeah. I heard it alright, I'm not deaf you know" "No, you're not. Just pregnant, with my baby. I still can't believe I'm going to be a father" "I can't believe I'm going to look like a watermelon in a few months. You know it's not going to be pretty, right? I won't be pretty at all" "Honestly, I can't imagine you not being pretty. Even if you do end up looking like a watermelon" "It's even going to be worse after I give birth. I went online and the other women's experiences scared the shit out of me" "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Doctors chopping my vagina if it's too small for the baby to pass through" I blanch but luckily she doesn't see it because I'm behind her. "That is not true, baby. Don't listen to them" "And then there's the husband stitch" "What the fuck is that?" "They add extra sutures to a woman's vagina to make it tighter." She stops
I sit up looking around. Aside from Carla, there's no one else here. Then who's voice was that? I've never heard it before "Is anyone there?" I ask out loud. We've been here for a few weeks now and I haven't seen another soul around. We don't even have neighbors "Hello?" "It's morning already?" Carla asks yawning. "No, I think I heard someone calling me. Are you sure it's just us here?" "Yes. We should sleep. Remember you promised me how to throw knives tomorrow?" at that statement my head starts spinning. I don't remember promising Carla anything like that. It wasn't her. It was... "Morning. I came up with a new breakfast" Carla says jumping on the bed. She's also annoying like that. Every day she gets up earlier than me then jumps up and down on my bed to wake me up. Whatever happened to shaking people awake? Or wait for their eyes to open themselves?"Ugh, stop that. I'm still sleepy" "But we have so much to do" "Do it yourself. Have you never heard of that? DIY?" I grumble
The sun is shining brightly today, the kind of day that invites you to lie around and bask under the bright, warm golden sun rays. I've never done this before. I mean sitting somewhere to enjoy the day. Sweeping my gaze around the place I realize I'm in a park. And like the start of a movie, things start to come to life. The greenest grass I've ever seen spreads over the ground and with it, people appear. Men, women, children, and pets, fill the place. Playing, others sitting, some are coming while others are going. I don't think my mind has the capacity to wonder where I am or why all this is happening. I just want to enjoy everything so screw logic. There's a family in the middle, sitting on a blanket and laughing. I think they're having a picnic, something normal people do from time to time. It occurs to me that I've never been on a picnic and a wave of jealousy hits me, so strong that I feel the burn of tears behind my eyelids. Why is it that some people are allowed to do that an
Everyone is worried. Ornella is sitting in one of the chairs wringing her hands, Marianna is next to her, looking down at her phone, and Giovanni is pacing back and forth in front of the waiting room. Paulo is seated in another corner, elbows on his knees while his head is bowed. Gianna and Simona are huddled together crying. Nev is also next to me, staring into space. Not forgetting Damiano, he's beside Marianna but I haven't seen them talking. There are nurses rushing back and forth. The first was carrying a bag of blood. The next had bottles of what I figured had to be medicine. The third left but hasn't come back. In short, it's chaos. I think I heard Giovanni swear he was going to gut the little bitch that shot Carina and Damiano told him if he tried to touch her he'd spend the rest of his life in prison. Not sure what that means though. Did I mention Ornella is holding a rosary? I bet she's praying for her daughter to come out alive. There was a lot of blood so I guess she's ri
Past Zarina, Zarina! Where the fuck are you?" "Language Edmondo. Your son is standing right next to you" Zarina chastised. She knew her husband would always have a filthy mouth, but she expected him to control it whenever they were around their son. "My son, is it?" he asked sarcastically "Go upstairs Cris, I need to talk to your mother" "But Papa, you promised to play football with me once we got home" A young Cristiano whined. His father was spoiling him and it was time to put a stop to it before he grew up to be one of those egotistical men. She wanted him to be confident but not arrogant. In their world, arrogance was something that could easily get you killed. "I'll come get you once we're done talking. Now go""You promise?" "Yes, now leave," he said impatiently making Zarina furrow her eyebrows. This was the first she'd ever seen her husband show any kind of impatience towards Cristiano. Normally he tolerated everything his son did, good or bad. With his head d
I shrug "Sorry about that. I just think you should concentrate on being a mother and leave these things to us men" okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to put it like that. "Would you look at that? Who knew you were such an asshole?""Sorry, I meant that you should just stay at home and... No, you know what I mean. I would never suggest that you are incapable of being the leader or anything like that" I need to shut up before she decides to kill me. Between her and Marianna I don't know whose temper is worse. I mean if she shot De Luca once, what would she do to me? "Keep going you little shit and see how I'll skin your dick before I kill you" she snarls pushing her chair back and standing up. Luckily, De Luca pulls her down, asking her to calm down. "I honestly didn't mean to offend you" "Who the fuck are you and why are you here?" Moretti speaks up for the first time since I got here. See these are the kind of questions they should have asked from the beginning. "I am someo
"Listen, Damiano, you're not allowed to be anything else other than a police officer. Do you hear me? That is the only thing you will be when you grow up so don't even think of dreaming about something else" That's what Mama used to tell me. She drilled it into my head until I believed that what she said was true. I wasn't allowed to be a doctor or a lawyer or even a businessman. By the time I was ten, I'd forgotten what I wanted to be. If anyone asked, being a policeman was my dream. Why? Because Mama said it was what I was meant to be. Honestly, there were times I resented her for forcing me into this career. At eighteen when my friends were going off to college, I was preparing myself to go into a police academy. That was the time I truly hated her. But I couldn't defy her because she was my mother and the only person I had in this world. For all her flaws, there was one thing I would never doubt and that was her love for me. She wanted me to grow up to be a respectable man, unli